He was crying, trying to scream as salty tears streamed down his face. He squirmed, trying to break free of the bounds or at least bite through the tough gag around his mouth.
"That was the last time you'll humiliate me, Yami. It's your turn to be humiliated." Seto's voice echoed around the building.
Yami felt the blind fold being ripped off and he looked up in horror, the first thing he sees is a brown wrinkled asshole approaching.
A brown figure slowing peaking out and approaching. Yami can smell the putrid stink of the fancy rich peoples food, most likely steak that the rich man had devoured hours before. It slowly desends like a putrid stink submarine closing in on it's target. It is inches away from his nose and he can't stop the muffled screams.
Seto can't stop manically laughing.
